A Solitary Drink Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Last night I went out for a drink
Got drunk till I was on the brink
And from the dance floor
I couldn’t get to the door
Someone showed me the way, I think

Oh But I wanted one more peg
And keep shaking my tired right leg
Till the time was right
To pick up a fight
With that idiot who stole my fried egg

First I had a glass of wine
And it tasted Oh so divine
And then to remove all my fear
I had a couple of mugs of beer
And then all the drinks there I wanted to be mine

Bacardi with coke tasted most good
When I had two of them just before food
Then I decided to pull up my socks
And have a couple of scotch, on the rocks
And still on my two legs, I gamely stood

“Anyone game for a round of cocktail”
From the corner of the room I heard someone wail
I staggered my way across the room
I needed that drink to wipe my gloom
Two puffs from the Marlboro, I found time to inhale

First a Bloody Mary, then a Screwdriver
Who cared the load I put on my liver
Before good sense could corrupt my thoughts
I quickly drowned a few Tequila shots
I was steady, but the room started to quiver

Then someone had an idea so bad
I think it is because of all the drinks they had
They pushed the floor up against my face
When I was getting ready for another phase
The broken glass really made me so mad

When I opened my eyes the bar was gone
In that room I was all alone
But why was the sun burning so bright
For it was still the middle of the night
I realized then I was in the house, my own

I looked at my watch, it said five thirty
My wife walked in with her looks naughty
I have to get up before it is dawn “
I said to my wife but with a laugh she was gone
And soon she returned with a cup of tea

“It is evening now, the sun is to set
Change your pants for they are wet”
All I could manage was a sheepish grin
This was a situation, I never could win
I got up, if not, even dinner I wouldn’t get

Had a bath, fresh clothes did I wear
Before my children, she made me swear
Forget having, if I even tried to think
Of gulping down another drink
Then the rest of my life, she will make a nightmare

So I sit now, at home so dry
To have a drink I won’t dare try
Dreams for this evening I do have many
It is Ram(ayana) not Rum I have for company
All I can do is to heave a deep sigh

So I sit alone, am not getting any sleep
My friends who read this come, but for me don’t weep
And if you happen, at the door, to see my wife
Please speak of all the beautiful things in life
And hide that bottle beneath the paper heap! !

And since my life has picked up pace
And it is going through a de-addicted phase
Since things are going so well
Would someone please tell
That day, who pushed the floor up to my face! !